My Ares Son-in-Law

Ma Zhenglin's face turned red instantly, like a ripe tomato.

He rubbed his hands in embarrassment, lowered his head, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "I dare not, I was really blind before, I didn't recognize the great man, and I offended you.

You are a magnanimous person, please don't take it personally."

His eyes were full of regret, and he secretly blamed himself for his recklessness and stupidity.

This is the only person who can possibly save his father!
Ma Zhenglin knew clearly that at this critical moment of life and death, he could not offend the other party again.

Even if the other party's attitude was a little excessive, he would accept it and it didn't matter.

He would do anything to save his father's life.

Xiao Chen's clear laughter echoed in the silent intensive care unit. The laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, yet it carried an elusive mystery.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, speaking calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary: "This is the same principle as setting a trap for catching animals. First, use anesthetics to paralyze the poisonous insect, making it lose its ability to move and surrender obediently; then use medicine to force it out of the meridians, just like driving away an enemy that invades your home.

But preparing medicine is like deploying troops, the dosage and combination of each herb are crucial, if there is any mistake, these poisons will be like enraged beasts, madly biting the internal organs. "

At this point, Xiao Chen's eyes became more solemn, and his voice became a little deeper: "In less than half a minute, all the meridians in the body will be broken. By then, even if the Golden Immortal came, it would be powerless to save him.

Therefore, every step must be taken with caution and no carelessness is allowed."

Ma Zhenglin's originally pale face instantly lost all color, like a piece of white paper.

His lips trembled slightly, and his hands were tightly gripping the railings of the bed, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His body was shaking slightly uncontrollably, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Even his breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength, as if the horrible scene was already playing out before his eyes, and his father was being tortured by the poison.

At this time, Ma Yuanhua, who had been silent all the time, suddenly coughed.

He was lying on the hospital bed, his face haggard, but his eyes revealed a depth that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

He slowly looked into the distance, as if he saw the distant past through the white walls, and sighed, "I think something was angered when I was excavating the ancient tomb.

We were so eager to study the ancient corpse and uncover the mystery of history that we ignored the majesty of nature. This was our rash behavior and it backfired."

His voice was full of regret and helplessness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart.

He recalled the strange scenes in the ancient tomb, the runes that flickered with dim light, and the ancient corpse that exuded a mysterious aura.

Perhaps from the moment they stepped into the ancient tomb, they were destined to suffer this disaster.

Now, he can only place all his hopes on Xiao Chen, hoping that this young man can create a miracle and save their lives.

Ma Zhenglin walked quickly to the bedside and looked at his father lying on the bed, looking haggard and pale, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He leaned down hurriedly, holding his father's calloused, skinny hands tightly with both hands, and said with a choked voice and relief: "Dad, you are trying to stop those tomb robbers from destroying the tombs and protect the cultural relics in the tombs. Those tomb robbers only care about money. If they succeed, these cultural relics that have been passed down for thousands of years will be ruined beyond recognition, and may even be lost overseas and become a toy for others to show off.

You stepped forward regardless of your own safety. You are doing a righteous thing, a good thing that will benefit future generations. Don't blame yourself, and don't worry."

Ma Yuanhua slightly opened his cloudy eyes, looked at his son who was full of concern, and forced a smile of relief at the corner of his mouth, but that smile hid endless fatigue and vicissitudes.

He moved his lips slightly, his voice as weak as a mosquito's: "Zhenglin, Dad doesn't regret it, I'm just afraid of getting you into trouble..."

Before he could finish his words, he started coughing violently again, and his thin body began to tremble.

Ma Zhenglin's eyes were red, and he gently patted his father's chest to help him calm down: "Dad, don't say that, we are one family and we don't have different opinions.

Just focus on your recovery and leave the rest to me."

After settling his solemn-looking father, Ma Zhenglin slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He turned around, faced Xiao Chen, bent his legs slightly, and bowed respectfully, his posture was pious and solemn.

His eyes were full of earnestness and expectation, as if Xiao Chen was the only bright light in the darkness, illuminating his father's hope of life: "Mr. Xiao, the lives of my Ma family are all dependent on you.

My father was an upright and kind person throughout his life. He was willing to risk his life to protect cultural relics, but now he has suffered this misfortune.

I beg you to show me mercy and give me some advice on how to treat him. I, Ma Zhenglin, am willing to work like a slave to repay your kindness."

Xiao Chen stood quietly by the side, looking at Ma Zhenglin's anxious and sincere appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident and calm smile.

He waved his hand casually, his movements were elegant and neat, as if he had already made up his mind: "Relax, I will write a seven-ingredient prescription.

It is decocted and taken three times a day, morning, noon and evening. There are some requirements for decocting the medicine. The heat should be just right, like a spring breeze blowing on your face. It should not be too strong, otherwise the medicinal properties will easily dissipate. It should not be too soft, otherwise the medicinal effect will be difficult to release.

During this period, the body needs to be fumigated with mugwort. The fragrance of the mugwort can dispel the cold and yin energy in the body. Combined with specific exercises, it can guide the medicinal power to flow through the meridians throughout the body, allowing the medicinal power to fully exert its effect.

After seven days, the poison will be completely excreted from the body. Then, use the century-old ginseng to make porridge to strengthen the body and nourish the blood, allowing your father's body to slowly recover."

"Is it so simple?" Ma Zhenglin's eyes suddenly widened like bells, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

In his understanding, the disease his father suffered from was so dangerous and strange that the three miracle doctors worshipped by the clan studied it day and night, read through ancient medical books, and their hair turned a few white hairs due to worry, but they were still helpless and had no clue.

Even when the famous doctor Wang Xuejiu from the Medical Alliance made a personal diagnosis, he frowned and returned in defeat, shaking his head and sighing.

But the young Xiao Chen in front of him seemed to be talking about something easy and ordinary. This huge contrast made it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

Xiao Chen's eyes were as sharp as torches, revealing a wisdom and determination that seemed to be able to see through the root cause of the disease.

He raised his head slightly, and said in a steady and powerful voice: “The way to cure poison is like breaking a deadlock.

If you don't know where the problem lies, it's like fighting a battle blindfolded, groping around in the dark, hitting a wall everywhere, and naturally it's difficult to find a solution." (End of this chapter)